Chapter 5
5
MADISON
B lake has been quiet as we prepare to leave the club. He hasn’t said anything about seeing each other again, but I know this won’t be the last time we’re together. I sense that he’s holding himself back emotionally, and I don’t understand why. As amazing as sex is between us, I see him fighting this seemingly innate connection we have, even though he has let his guard down with me at school and here at Club Sin.
Whatever it is, I don’t think it’s strictly because I’m his student. There’s something else at play, and I’m determined to discover the truth. We may still be getting to know one another, but I’m developing real feelings for this man—no matter how quickly it’s all happening. I want to be with him, which means I need to figure out what’s holding him back.
As he walks me to my car, he surprises me by asking me to come to his house.
“Is… that a good idea?” Neither one of us can afford to be caught together.
“Do you trust me?” He lifts my chin, making me look into his eyes.
“I think I’ve proven that already.” I smile coyly at him.
He places a sweet kiss on my cheek. “Then follow me home. I want more time with you.” This feels like a big step, one that I’m excited to take.
My body fills with warm fuzzies as I get into my vehicle and follow him. We live in a decent-sized city with a few hundred thousand people, and the college is a big part of the community. There are no bad areas. But this neighborhood, on the east side of town, is definitely located in one of the wealthier parts. I don’t think much of it, considering that my own family comes from old money. So fancy houses don’t matter to me much. Besides, a nice house doesn’t prove anything about the type of person who lives there. And what I really want to know is what type of person Master Blake is.
Or… I guess I should call him Daddy now.
It sounds forbidden on my tongue and I blush at the thought. But I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel right calling him that. Especially when he calls me his little one . And I love how the term of endearment makes me feel. Treasured and cared for. Two things I’ve never felt before, certainly not from my family or anyone else I know.
He opens two bays of his three-car garage and pulls into the far-left space. I park in the vacant middle spot, since the right is occupied by a smaller car. It’s covered with a black cloth, but from the size of it, I’m guessing it’s probably some kind of luxury sports vehicle. Before I can even kill my engine, Blake is at my side and opening my door. He holds his hand out to me, and I take it with a subtle grin on my lips.
“I hope you find my home to your liking, little one.” There it is again, that term of endearment, which I have to believe means something to him. Even if it doesn’t, it means something to me.
He escorts me inside the large, modern, two-story home with dark-blue siding and white trim. It’s a new build with an open-concept, hardwood floors, and neutral-colored walls. There are oversized white sofas in the living room and commercial stainless-steel appliances in the kitchen. The granite countertops are clean and clutter-free, and the smell of burning wood lingers in the air, as if he’s recently had a fire in the marble fireplace. Looks like a cozy place to read and I can imagine him sitting in the comfy chair, grading papers and enjoying his whiskey.
I wonder if he ever wears cardigans, or maybe he only does that in my professor fantasies.
He’s watching me as I look around, dragging my fingertips along the different surfaces, and exploring his home. When I finally meet his gaze, I can see that he’s eager for something.
“What would you like to do?” I ask, assuming that we’ll go straight to the bedroom.
“I was thinking you’d like to clean up and relax. How about a bath?”
An expression of pleasant surprise covers my face. “A bath?”
“I’m thinking I didn’t give you enough aftercare this evening.”
Remembering how he fed me fruit and made me drink my water, I politely disagree. “I think you gave me plenty of aftercare tonight. But I did miss out after our earlier session.” I arch one brow as I hint to our sexcapades in his office this afternoon.
“You’re right, and I apologize, little one. I wasn’t a very good Daddy, now was I?”
I feign a pout and shake my head, making him grin as he tugs me to the staircase. I follow along, letting him lead me to the primary suite. I barely get a glimpse of his masculine bedroom with a king-sized bed, decorated in different shades of black and gray. Then, he pulls me into his en-suite bathroom.
It’s huge, with a water closet, glass-enclosed shower stall, and a deep garden tub big enough for two. I watch as Blake sits on the tiled edge, turning on the hot water and adjusting the temperature. As it fills the tub, he retrieves a bottle of bubble bath from beneath the sink and pours a generous amount into the streaming water.
I look at him curiously, but say nothing.
“What? A man can’t enjoy a bubble bath now and then?”
I laugh as he reaches for my wrist and pulls me near. “I guess it takes a real man to bathe with bubbles.”
He grins and swats at my hip with the back of his hand. “Just get in the water.”
I take a step back and quickly undress, loving the way his eyes linger on my body. I know that I’m a bigger girl, and it often makes me insecure, especially when my mother reminds me that the media doesn’t like plus-sized women. But his heated stare tells me I’m desirable, and regardless of my size, this man wants me and every one of my curves. With a single glance, he makes me feel beautiful and sexy. And that’s a powerful, heady feeling.
He’s at my side in an instant and helps me into the steaming water. I hold on to his hand while I sink down below the surface until my head rests on the edge of the tub. There are bubbles everywhere, and I’m surrounded by the calming scents of lavender and vanilla. Blake grabs a small teak stool and sets it next to the tub.
“This isn’t really your bubble bath, is it?” I ask, looking at the brightly colored pink bottle with a cartoon character on the front.
“I have a sister, Amelia. She and her five-year-old daughter stay with me sometimes. Her name is Clara, and she loves bubble baths in ‘Uncle B’s baby pool.’”
I smile at what she calls his tub and the cute nickname she’s given him.
“So, you’re an uncle, huh? Any other family?” I cup my hand and begin to pour the hot water over my arms and shoulders.
There’s a pregnant pause, and I look up at Blake, whose smile seems to dim a little. “Just my father. My mother passed a long time ago.”
I reach out, not caring that my hand is dripping as I lay my palm against his cheek. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” He rests his hand over mine. “I’ve long since made my peace with it.”
“Then, what’s wrong?”
Blake sighs and reaches over to shut off the water before turning on the massage jets. “I was engaged once. She was going to be my family.”
My heart drops at the thought of another woman. “She? What happened?” I’m intrigued; at the same time, I’m not sure I want to hear about it.
His gaze focuses on the bubbles, but I don’t think he’s really seeing them. His mind is somewhere else. “Sarah. Her name was Sarah .” He pauses, and I patiently wait him out. “We met in college about twelve years ago when I was studying to be a teacher. I always knew it was what I wanted to do with my life, but Sarah… I guess she thought I’d change my mind. Or maybe she thought I wasn’t that serious about it.”
His voice trails off, and I wrinkle my brow. “I don’t understand.” I shift in the tub, so I can face him.
He gives me a watery smile. “My father is a very successful hedge fund manager. He’s brilliant and has amassed his own wealth, but we also come from money—my grandfather built his own telecommunications company. Sarah knew I was well-off from my inheritance alone, but I’d always told her that I hated that world. It was nothing but pretentious parties, ass-kissing politics, and bullshit expectations.”
I can’t control my sympathetic huff. “Sounds familiar,” I agree, referencing my own situation with my parents.
“She and I were planning a future together. I guess we just had different ideas of what that future was going to look like. I thought I explained myself pretty clearly, but like I said, I think she thought she could change my mind. Or that perhaps it was just a phase and maybe I was rebelling in some sort of way.
“Eventually, she realized I was serious about teaching and that money held no significance for me. I wasn’t into the lavish lifestyle and far preferred to spend my time quietly at home or doing things just the two of us.”
“So, she broke things off?” I hate hearing about him in a serious relationship with someone else, but I’m glad he feels comfortable sharing something so private with me. I’m guessing this is why he holds himself back from me emotionally. He’s had his heart broken, and who in their right mind would want to experience that again?
“Actually, I ended things. After I found out she’d been fucking my best friend.”
I gasp with wide eyes. “No!”
“I’m afraid so. And while I wanted nothing to do with that overindulgent lifestyle, Adam loved it. Our fathers were colleagues, and he followed in their footsteps. He’s an investment banker now, so I guess she got what she wanted in the end. She’s living the life of a trophy wife, and I’m a college professor who talks about math all day.” His chuckle is self-deprecating and I don’t like it.
“Looks like you did pretty good for yourself, if you ask me.” My chin rests on my overlapped hands and he brushes the hair off my face with a smile.
“Is that so?”
“You’re sexy and intelligent and insanely good with a whip in your hand.”
“Thanks for the confidence boost, little one.” A deep sigh escapes from his lips. “It happened a long time ago, and I’m certainly over it. But I have to admit that she and Adam pop into my mind whenever I think about family because at one time, they were both family to me. And it’s still a kick in the gut when I remember their betrayal.”
He doesn’t have to tell me that he’s never let a woman get that close to him again. Judging by the pained look on his face, I’m sure of it. And he’s holding himself back from me for this very reason.
But I’m not her. And I’ll never be anything like her.
“I’m sorry that happened to you. No one deserves that.”
“Nothing for you to be sorry for. Everything that’s happened in the past has led me here.”
“Where’s here?” I think I know what he’s going to say, but I need to be sure.
“Here with you, Madison. Being your Daddy, if you’ll let me.” Blake stares into my eyes with such intensity I feel like I’ll combust.
“I’ve never been in a relationship like this before,” I answer honestly. “I’m not sure what to do or what this all means.”
He grabs a loofah and encourages me to sit up. After squeezing a generous amount of bodywash onto it, he wets it and begins to gently cleanse my back, being mindful of the still tender marks on my skin.
“If I’m your Daddy, then I’m the man in your life who’s responsible for you. I’ll spoil you and cherish you. Take care of you and love you.” That doesn’t sound so bad. “But I’ll also punish you when you need it.”
I glance at him over my shoulder. “When I’m bad?” I ask the question playfully, but he’s serious as he nods.
“You’re never bad, little one. Only your behavior. And Daddy’s already seen glimpses of bratty behavior from you.” He raises an eyebrow at me and I bite back a smile. “I know that you like to push me, test your boundaries. But you’ll learn very quickly just how far you can take it because when you cross the line, Daddy’s flogger won’t feel so nice.”
My thighs clench together at his words. It sounds like it should be wrong, but that just makes it all the more enticing. I want this. And I want him. The promise of being taken care of by this man feels like everything, all the things I’ve never had but always wanted. He’s the only person I can imagine trusting enough to do this. To fulfill this role for me.
To be my Daddy.
“Yes,” I reply as he runs the loofah over my shoulders and across my breasts. The act is sensual, but also caring in a way that soothes my soul. “I want that. I want you to be my Daddy.” Leaning over the edge of the tub, he kisses me. It’s lingering and sweet, and feels like a promise.
We sit in comfortable silence as he cleanses the rest of my body, then washes and conditions my hair. I rarely let anyone see my natural curls, but I want him to see all of me—wild, messy hair included. I’m thoroughly relaxed and feel my eyelids become heavy. Exhaustion begins to set in, but I manage to keep my eyes open as he helps me out of the tub and dries me off with a fluffy, heated towel. I lean against him, loving the way he presses the occasional kiss to the various parts of my body as he pats the plush material over every inch of my skin.
He leads me to the bed with my hair still damp, but he doesn’t seem to care if I get his pillow wet. Then, he draws back the duvet and guides me beneath the covers before stepping back and stripping off his clothes. I lie on my side, watching him, the desire to feel him inside me again fighting with the urge to go to sleep. But he makes the decision for me when he climbs into bed behind me, pressing himself flush against my body and making me the small spoon to his big one.
I’ve always wanted to be the little spoon .
My mind is at peace, but before I fall asleep, Blake snakes an arm around my waist and trails his hand down my stomach. When he reaches my freshly waxed pussy, he kisses my shoulder and rubs small circles over my clit.
“Daddy needs you one more time, little one,” he confesses, making my heart swell every time he calls me that special name. “One more time, so I can claim this sweet little cunt as mine.”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m all yours.”
He slowly works my clit with his fingers, using his other hand to play with my nipples until they’re rock hard and aching. His lips move along my neck, sucking and biting, while I lazily rub my ass cheeks against his thickening cock.
Moaning with pleasure, I arch my back, and his hand suddenly leaves my pussy, making me whimper with frustration. But then, my leg is lifted and draped over his, allowing him to push his big cock inside me. I gasp as he places his heavy palm over my lower stomach, pulling me toward him so that he can sink deeper into my core.
“Always so damn tight,” he growls in my ear. “And now, you’re mine. Mine to please and punish any way that Daddy sees fit. I’m going to own this pussy, little one. And you’re gonna let me.”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. Please,” I beg while he drives himself in and out of me from behind.
His arm tightens around me and he groans, the sound traveling straight to the apex of my thighs, where I tighten my slick walls around his girthy cock. I cry out in ecstasy before I come hard, my legs shaking as I mindlessly dig my nails into his forearm.
My mind drifts off to a blissful place, only coming back down when I feel Blake come inside me. We’re both breathless as we lie in the darkness of the room, huddled together with his softening cock still in my pussy. I’d stay like this forever if I could, but all too soon, Blake leaves the bed just long enough to retrieve a dampened washcloth from the bathroom. He cleans us both up before tossing the cloth into a hamper and crawling back into bed behind me. I’m pulled into the safety of his arms and turn my head to kiss him before I close my eyes and let myself drift off to sleep with my heart full and content.
I’ve never felt so loved and wanted. And that scares me, because if I’m honest with myself, I’m already falling for this man.